Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2012 11:46:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Tony Williams
Subject: Muffy, Bitsy, Owen and me
Much of what I know and love about sex I learned one summer when I was
fifteen. My Dad was being shipped overseas by the military and I was sent
to stay with my uncle Owen during the summer holidays, until I could return
to the private boarding school where my education, academic and otherwise,
was progressing nicely. The rumours about British boarding schools being
hotbeds of homosexuality are exaggerated, but not by much. Highfield
Grammar, in the Cotswolds, was probably typical, in that when you put a
bunch of pubescent boys together and leave them alone, you don't have to
wait very long before someone is wanking someone else. A lot of wanking
went on at Highfield, and I was among the most active and the most eager.
There were lots of places to hide in, a stall in the `bogs', behind the
bike shed, in a janitor's closet or in the cricket pavilion, where cocks
were wanked enthusiastically. Being wanked is glorious, much nicer than
doing it to yourself, but holding another boys dick is thrilling in quite a
different way. I'd been holding a lot of dicks by the time that summer
term ended and I boarded the train to travel to the small village near
which my uncle had his cottage. It was late in the evening when he picked
me up at the station.
"Nice to see you again, Tony," he said, shaking my hand.
"Hello, Uncle Owen," I said. "You look younger than I remember you."
"You were only eleven, then, so I suppose I must have seemed quite old. By
the way, just call me Owen. No need to stand on ceremony." We drove
through the darkening English countryside, where small woodlands lay
scattered among the farm fields, the red glow in the Western sky bringing
down the curtain on a perfect summer's day. "Muffy's here, of course," he
said. Muffy, short for Mefanwy, a common Welsh name, was his daughter, now
thirteen. Like me, she attended a boarding school, a snooty all-girl
establishment for daughters of the wealthy. "And Bitsy, her friend is
staying for the holidays, too, while her mum is still in hospital. She's
pretty, you'll like her. You'll have your own bedroom, of course. The
girls are sharing."
His cottage had remained unchanged since I last saw it, looking quite small
on the outside but it had three bedrooms, a huge kitchen and a stable at
the rear, where he kept his old mare, Queenie, in one half, and had adapted
the other half into a studio. He liked to paint in his spare time. We
arrived in time for dinner and I reacquainted myself with my cousin and met
her friend. Muffy was no longer the skinny little kid I'd formerly known.
She was taller and her figure had filled out. She was still slender, but
now sported a pair of cute little tits, her nipples visible under the white
singlet she wore, tucked into a provocatively short denim skirt. Bitsy, I
guessed, was a couple of years younger, still a little girl, but stunningly
beautiful with hair down to her waist and slender hips like a boy. She
wore a pale blue sun dress, just as short as Muffy's skirt, and was so
washed out that I could see her knickers through it. I have a tendency to
become excited by any kind of underwear, boys or girls, but Bitsy was
perhaps a little young for my taste. Still, it never hurt to fantasise. I
felt sure she was going to break a lot of hearts when she grew up.
Muffy, it turned out, was an excellent cook. Dinner was delicious, a meat
and vegetable pie served with new potatoes, peas and braised celery fresh
from the garden, and a tasty gravy. Owen, as I was now calling him,
surprised me by offering me a beer, which I accepted gratefully, and he
poured a glass of wine for his daughter and one for her friend, though
Bitsy's was diluted with water. We engaged in the `getting to know you'
kind of conversation, telling each other about our lives, our respective
schools, what we liked and what we hated and the whole meal was quite
enjoyable. Muffy was friendly enough, though Bitsy was very quiet, looking
at me intently with her big dark eyes. Soon after the dishes were cleared
away, I excused myself and went to unpack. Soon I was fast asleep in my
bed.
Like most teenagers, I woke late and pulled a pair of grey work-out shorts
over my blue boxers. The edge of my underwear showed below the bottom of
the legs, so I adjusted everything, put on a T shirt and went downstairs to
the kitchen. It seemed that breakfast was long over, so I had a glass of
juice and made a piece of toast. The house seemed empty so I went outside
to look for the girls. I followed the gravel drive round the side of the
house and came into the courtyard, its three sides comprising the house
itself, a high brick wall and the stable. There I found them, shovelling
staw and manure from a single stall into a wheelbarrow. Muffy wore the
same outfit as the evening before and Bitsy had on what looked like one of
Owen's T shirts. It hung loosely on her and came down to her thighs.
Through it her white knickers were faintly visible, and both girl wore
Wellington boots, giving them a comical look.
"Morning, Tony," said Muffy. "Sleep well?"
"Like a log. Where's Queenie?"
"We always let her out into one of the fields during the day and bring her
back again in the evening," said Bitsy. "It's my job to look after her,"
she added proudly.
I looked around the stable. The floor of the stall was cobblestoned, but
the studio half had a smooth cement floor in the midde of which was an
easel bearing a half completed portrait. There were shelves of art
supplies against the back wall. A couple of bales of hay lay in the corner
with a blanket drapped over them. I looked at the picture and was about to
ask Muffy if she'd painted it when I realized that it was of Muffy herself,
lying on the rug on the bales, totally naked.
"Is this you?" I asked.
"Yeah," said Muffy. "My dad painted it." I looked again. It was a water
colour, her bottom half just a penciled outline. She was lying on her
back, one leg raised and a thin pencil line showed where her vagina would
be painted in. Even though unfinished, it looked quite lewd.
"You posed for this?" I asked, incredulously, then looked closer. A photo
was pinned to the top of the easel, from which the portrait was being
copied.
"For the pic, yes," she said.
"In front of your dad? Buck naked?"
"My dad's been seeing my naked since the day I was born. It's no big
deal."
"But she does like showing her body off, don't you," said Bitsy.
"Look who's talking."
"She likes to show her tits off. I like her tits. Show Tony your tits."
I really didn't expect what happened next. Bitsy stepped behind Muffy,
reached round and and pulled the vest out of her skirt lifting it up to
show her tits. My jaw dropped. Rather than object, Muffy just looked at
me, not in the least embarrassed. "I can't wait to have tits like these,"
said Bitsy.
"I'm afraid Bitsy's a bit promiscuous," said Muffy. She pulled the vest
back down over her tits. "She's always showing her knickers off."
"You wanna see my tits, Tony?" asked Bitsy, giggling, and she lifted the T
shirt up under the chin. She had the chest of a young boy, though her
nipples were slightly larger. Her full cut schoolgirl knickers came up to
her waist.
"You don't have tits yet," said Muffy.
"I think they've started to grow," she said, fingering one of her nipples.
"If not, they soon will. Probably by next Thursday." She dropped the T
shirt, and looked at Muffy who happed, at that moment, to be bending down
to scoop a shovelful of manure "I can see you're wearing boy's briefs
again," she said.
"I happen to think they look cool."
"And so do all your lezzy girlfriends," said Bitsy.
"They look better that your little cotton knickers," she replied, emptying
the shovel into the barrow. All this display of tits and underwear was
causing my cock to stiffen inside the grey gym shorts I was wearing over my
boxers, which, unlike briefs, aren't very good at hiding an erection.
"Tony's getting a hard on," said Bitsy, grinning.
"Don't be getting any ideas, Bitsy," said Muffy, looking at the bulge in my
shorts. "No way am I going to let him stick his dick in you, you little
slut." She smiled as she said it, taking the sting out of the insult.
"That's unkind," I said. "Bitsy's not a slut."
"I am," said Bitsy. "I'm a total slut. I like being a slut."
"Well, to be honest," I said, "I quite like sluts myself." If you take
into consideration what goes on at Highfield Grammer, I'm about as slutty
as you can get. I'm always ready to let anyone do anything to me, which I
suppose is what defines a slut. "So, your friends are lesbians, Muffy?"
"She's gonna be a lesbian when she grows up," said Bitsy. No shit, I
thought. "And I am too."
"You're way too young to know how you're gonna turn out," said Muffy. "You
might get a taste for boys. There's nothing wrong with boys, though
they're pretty scarce round here."
"Are you really wearing boy's briefs?" I asked.
"Look," said Bitsy, pulling Muffy's denim skirt up above her waist. My
eyes went big as she stood there, displaying a pair of white Y fronts. Now
many times I've admired boys in their briefs, not just admired but
positively lusted for, but I'd never seen a girl wearing them before.
Whether it was the underpants or the girl, I wasn't sure, but for just a
second I thought that perhaps I wasn't totally gay and maybe there was room
in my life, or at least in my fantasies, for girls.
"Seen enough?" Muffy asked, and pulled her skirt back down and tucked her
vest back in.
"He's got a real hard on," said Bitsy. "You turned him on."
"Or perhaps you did, you little tease."
"No, I'm too young to turn you on, aren't I, Tony."
"Did you turn me on, Bitsy? Let me see. . ." I said, pretending to think
for a second. "A. . .you're a girl: B. . .you pretty much undressed my
cousin and: C . . .you showed off your knickers and tits. Did you turn me
on? Mmmm, if you didn't, I must be totally gay."
"Daddy's gay," said Muffy. "You'd better watch out, Tony."
"No, your dad's not," said Bitsy. "He felt me up yesterday. He put his
hand up my skirt."
"I suppose you let him," said Muffy.
"Of course I let him. He was copping a feel. I was starting to like it,
but then the phone rang."
"Saved by the bell," said Muffy, laughing. "Then I suppose Dad must be bi.
I know he likes boys 'cos he told me, and I can see how he looks at Tony.
And anyway, last week the paper boy told me that Dad had sucked him off.
"That might be a false accusation." I pointed out.
"He wasn't accusing, he was boasting. He's your age." I made a mental
note to check him out.
Next to the wall opposite the stall, a ladder led up to a loft. "What's up
there?" I asked.
"Hay, mostly," said Muffy. "and it's our secret hide out. Come on up and
take a look." Both girls took their wellies off and climbed the ladder as
I stood at the bottom, looking up. Naturally I'd let them go first in
order to get a look up their skirts. I was well rewarded. I just love
underwear. I followed them and stepped into the loft, which filled the
rear half of the stable. There were half a dozen bales, some of them
broken open and the hay spread about. Another blanket was spread on the
hay, and nearby lay a torch, some magazines and a neat pile of empty coke
cans.
"This is where we hang out," said Bitsy.
"And plot the seduction of the local boys," said Muffy, "not that there are
any round here." She threw herself down on the blanket and lay there,
looking at me, her legs splayed, carelessly (or perhaps deliberately)
showing off her knickers.
"And the local girls," Bitsy said, giving her cousin a knowing look.
"And why not," I asked, with a superior air. "I've always found the idea
of a girl seducing and satifying another girl to be a beautiful thing."
Even to me, it sounded pompous.
"You guys just like to watch," said Bitsy. "That's why there's so much
girl-on-girl porn on the internet. It's there for guys to wank over."
Where did she learn this stuff, I wondered? She was only eleven, for
Christ's sake.
"How about a boy seducing another boy, Tony?" said Muffy, a big grin on her
face. "Ever get into any of that? Don't tell it to Dad, though, or he'll
be all over you." Much as I liked these two little girls and much as I
appreciated their lack of inhibitions, I wasn't quite ready to tell them
that my favourite pastime was sucking dicks. Her question hung on the air.
My hesitation was my undoing, and both girls laughed. "I thought so," said
Muffy, then looked at her watch. "Look, I hate to change the subject, but
I need you to ride into the village and pick up some groceries. There's a
list on the kitchen counter."
"Ride? On Queenie? I've never ridden a horse."
"On the bike, silly." She pointed to the far wall where a bike was
propped. "Take a back pack, it's quite a lot of stuff." Reluctant though
I was, I wanted to stay in their good graces so I took a last long look at
sexy little Bitsy, now lying beside my cousin, showing most of her
knickers, and off I went. The sun blazed down and it was shaping up to be
a hot day. It was a long ride and I didn't get back until lunch time.
Lunch, a thick ham and pea soup followed by tongue sandwiches, then fresh
strawberries, was delicious. When I arrived, the girls were in the
kitchen. Muffy was still dressed but Bitsy was in just her knickers, the T
shirt lying on a chair.
"Why are you in your undies?" I asked her.
"I was posing for Muffy. She's doing my portrait."
"You can't eat lunch with no clothes on."
"Why not?"
"It's . . ." I struggled to find the word. Improper? Unlady-like? I
didn't want to sound snobbish. ". . .unusual."
"Put your shirt on," said Muffy. "We have company, even if it's only
Tony."
"But I like being in my undies. I feel pretty. We sluts have to express
ourselves somehow." I laughed. Having made her point, she picked up her
dress an put it on.
"In a way," I commented, "you look sexier in your knickers than you would
if you were naked. Partially clad women often are more titillating than
nude ones."
"Titillating? Not me. I don't have any tits." We laughed at her joke,
limp as it was.
"Sit down and eat, guys," said Muffy. We ate silently, Bitsy gazing at me
as she daintily sipped her soup.
After lunch I spent an hour or so in my bedroom chatting with my school
friends on my laptop, then logged off and lay on my bed thinking about the
two girls with whom I was going to spend my holidays. I was surprised at
how promiscuous they seemed, though inexperienced as I was, I had little to
compare them with. Was it unusual for a thirteen year old and a preteen to
display themselves in such a casual manner? Not that I was complaining.
Muffy was, by any standard, a pretty hot chick, and she had an appropriate
name for someone who aspired to be a lesbian. And little Bitsy seemed to
be attracted to me, even if she was young, and it was flattering.
Then I decided to borrow a rod and some tackle from the mud room and try my
luck at fishing in the lake. The previous year I'd caught some unnamed
species, but I threw it back. I walked along the path, through a wooded
area and came out on to a grassy meadow that sloped down to the lake, where
a small sailing dinghy was tied to a wooden jetty. Just as I cleared the
trees, I saw the two girls, lying on a blanket by the edge of the lake.
They were both naked. Bitsy lay on her back, legs and arms wide apart and
Muffy was lying between her legs, her face buried between Bitsy's thighs.
I stepped back into the trees before they could see me. Muffy's head was
moving up and down rhythmically and Bitsy's head rolled from side to side.
Holy shit! Muffy was living up to her name. Her attitude wasn't just a
pose, she actually was into girls. And Bitsy too, the little cock tease!
It was hard to believe she was only eleven. Do girls that young get
aroused? Then I realised that yes, they must do because I did when I was
eleven. That's when I started wanking, myself and other boys, so what I
was seeing wasn't so out of the ordinary after all. The girls were just
doing what I liked to do. The sound of the breeze in the trees masked any
noise they might have been making. My cock became rock hard. I stood
behind a tree watching them for several long minutes, then Muffy sat up,
wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, with a big smile on her face.
She said something, but I didn't catch it, and lay down beside Bitsy. I
waited until my cock began to soften, then shuffled through some dead
leaves to make enough noise to get their attention, and walked out on to
the meadow.
"Hi, girls," I called, "Been swimming?" Muffy grabbed a towel and covered
her midriff, but Bitsy just lay there, smiling at me, legs still parted.
"We have," said Muffy. "The water's warm, why don't you jump in?"
"I don't have my swimming trunks with me," I said.
The girls laughed. "We don't bother with that shit," said Bitsy. "We
skinny dip." I should have guessed. "You're not afraid to get naked in
front of two girls, are you?" What I was afraid of was them seeing my cock
get hard again which would surely happen, but maybe the cold water would
take care of it. In response I simply laid my rod and tackle on the grass,
pulled down my shorts, took of my T shirt and stood there in my boxers,
pale blue with stars on them.
"Boxers?" scoffed Muffy. "You wear fucking boxers? I'd have thought that
a handsome boy like you would wear briefs. They're a lot sexier."
"I do wear briefs," I said. "I have lots of briefs. I wear them all the
time, but today I just happen to be in boxers."
"They're fucking ugly," she said. "By the way, I need to borrow some
briefs from you. All mine are in the laundry. If you don't have enough
pairs, you can always borrow my knickers."
"You'd laugh at me in knickers."
"Why would we? No one laughs at me in boy's underpants."
"You'd look good in her knickers," said Bitsy. "Get those boxers off,
Tony. I wanna see your cock." I pulled the offending underpants off,
folded my clothes and put them in a pile. The two girls lay there looking
at me. My cock hung down but it hadn't become entirely soft and thus gave
the impression of being bigger than it was. Nice timing, I thought, but
any second now and it was gonna be hard again.
"Not bad," said Muffy, "as dicks go."
"I like it," said Bitsy, "it's a nice dick."
"Compared with whose?" I asked, somewhat unfairly. I didn't pursue the
question.
"I'm gonna swim again," said Bitsy. "Coming, Muffy?"
"No, you guys go ahead." I ran out to the end of the jetty and jumped off.
The water was surprisingly warm. I swam out a little way then turned to
face the shore. Bitsy followed and swam over to me, wrapping her arms
round my neck and her legs round my waist. It was shallow enough for me to
stand on the muddy bottom. I put my arms round her waist and hugged her.
"Do you like me, Tony?" she asked.
"I do. I like you a lot."
"Do you love me?"
How do you answer a question like that? "It's too early to say. I could
grow to love you," I said, thinking 'nice catch, Tony'.
"You can grope me if you like," she whispered in my ear. I could feel my
cock against her little crack and it was getting harder. I was sure she
could feel it.
"Muffy will get jealous," I said. "Let her grope you. I don't want to
come between you."
"We sleep together," she said, "in the same bed." She didn't elaborate
about what happened between the sheets. "Feel me up while you have the
chance." I was tempted but I knew it could cause a lot of trouble.
Instead, I just wiggled my hips, rubbing my cock against her. "I'm gonna
take a pee," she said. "Are you gonna pee, too?" Truth was, I'd peed the
moment I jumped in and the cold water hit my cock.
"I'm empty, but you can pee if you like." For a moment nothing happened,
and then I felt the warmth of her pee on my dick and balls. It was
thrilling, the intimacy of the private act. "Mmmm, I like it. It's nice
and warm," I said, kissing her on the neck.
"Don't tell Muffy, please."
"I won't. You'd better let me go," I said. "You're making my cock hard
and she'll see it." Bitsy reluctanly unwrapped herself from me and swam
back to the jetty. She was so young but she acted like a much older girl,
coming on to me like that. Not that I was complaining, but inappropriate
behaviour with a preteen girl was something new to me, and I was going to
have figure out what to do about her. I swam around for a few minutes,
letting my cock subside, then climbed out and sat on the jetty, washing the
mud off my feet, then I joined the girls on the blanket. I didn't put my
boxers back on, having been thoroughly humiliated earlier, and just lay
there, soaking up the sun, thinking about what I'd seen. The warmth of the
sun on my dick began to make it stiff again, so I rolled on to my stomach.
Muffy was still concealed under her towel, but Bitsy lay on her back, her
feet apart, knees up, her little vagina on show. It looked to me like a
deliberate display. I rolled away from them, sat up and pulled my boxers
and shorts on without letting them see my erection.
"You leaving us?" asked Bitsy.
"Got stuff to do," I said, evasively. Truth was, with the thoughts of what
I'd witnessed swirling round in my head, I just had to go and have a wank.
"See you guys later." I picked up the rod and tackle and headed back to
the house. Once I was in the cover of the trees, I stopped, pulled my
shorts and boxers down to my knees and had a lovely quick wank, short but
really sweet. Fuck! Those girls were hot! It was the first wank in my
whole life that wasn't over a boy.
Back in the house in the living room, there was a desk by the window with a
computer on it, and out of curiosity, I booted it up and clicked on the
bookmarks. There were pages about the stock market, the weather, a train
timetable and some more boring stuff, so I clicked on 'history'. Almost
everyone forgets to erase their history on the internet and it can lead to
insights into peoples tastes. I've done this surreptitiously a few times
with the computers of guys at school, to find out who's surfing gay porn
and exactly what their tastes are. It's led to some interesting situations
where I was able to 'blackmail' guys into letting me wank them off. Today,
someone had been looking at pictures of little girls posing in their
underwear. Would that have been Muffy, or perhaps my uncle? I followed
the trail, looking at dozens of pictures and videos of preteens. It wasn't
child porn, just great wanking fodder for anyone into little girls. The
next few pages I pulled up were more interesting. They showed pictures and
videos of young boys, my age and even younger, in various stages of nudity.
That was Owen, no doubt. Muffy was right, my uncle was bisexual. He
couldn't be completely gay because he had a daughter, but clearly young
boys were to his taste. Having just shot a load of cum in the woods, I
didn't get too excited about them, but I knew I'd be getting into this
computer again. So was I a target of my uncle? And if I was, what would I
do if he came on to me? After all, he was pretty good looking, even better
than my music teacher, whom I'd let grope me on one occasion, and l lot
younger that the gym teacher who liked to watch us boys when we changed for
P.E. and for whom I sometimes put on an 'accidental' display of my genitals
and bare bum. Sure, Owen could give me a wank if he wanted to. I'm not
averse to older men.
Now I was beginning to recover my horniness. The faint feeling of shame
faded as my brain chemistry returned to its default condition, that is,
ready for anything.
At dinner, Owen said, "Tomorrow's Saturday and I'll be around all day.
Would anyone you like to come shooting with me. We could get some rabbits
for the pot."
"I'm not gonna kill an innocent animal," said Muffy.
"Me, neither," said Bitsy. "You and Tony go. We can find plenty to do."
Oh, I'll bet you can, I thought, you little pair of foxes.
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We were carrying a couple of two-two rifles through the fields and woods,
but we hadn't seen any rabbits. They could probably hear us coming. "How
are you getting on at Highfield?" asked Owen. "I imagine it's changed
since my day. I had a wonderful time there. Is old Garland still one of
the housemasters?"
"Yes, he's been there for years. He teaches history."
"Does he still like to fondle the boys? He must be getting past it now.
He buggered me several times."
"What?" I said, amazed. "He buggered you. Stuck it up your arse?"
"Yes. Whenever he caught me in some forbidden activity, smoking for
example, or wanking some classmate off, he'd summon me to his study after
supper and threaten to cane me, though the practice of caning had long been
out of use. He'd pull my pants and underpants down and bend me over a
chair. Then he'd say that he'd let the matter drop if I'd 'co-operate'
with him. 'Oh, yes,' I'd say, 'I want to co-operate' and he'd lube up and
push his cock up me."
"Didn't it hurt?"
"Only the first time, after that it was fine. I kind of enjoyed the
attention, even at that age. I was twelve the first time, I think."
If I'd thought that my own behaviour at school was promiscuous, I had
nothing on my uncle. "I've haven't heard anything about him fondling any
boys, but the gym master likes to watch us getting changed. He leers at
us, practically drooling. He's groped me a few times."
"There was a lot of gay stuff going on in my day, mostly boys wanking each
other off. Cock sucking wasn't in vogue back then, but I had a lot of
fun."
"Nothing much has changed, then."
"Do you wank with your friends?" Normally, I'd never confess to an adult
that I liked to stroke a boy's dick, but given his own revelation, I felt I
owed it to be honest to him, so I just grinned, which told him what he
needed to know. "Good boy," he said. "Now I need to piss." We were at a
corner where two big hedgerows met, and there was nothing in sight but an
open field stretching away to a distant wood.
"Me too," I said.
We stood side by side and instead of just pulling his dick out, Owen
unzipped his pants and pulled them and his underpants down to his thighs.
"I always do this when I take a piss," he said. "I like the cool air round
my balls. You should try it." I followed his lead, pulling my shorts down
to my knees, and then my briefs, which I now wore in place of boxers, down
to mid-thigh, took hold of my dick and started to pee. Owen's pee arced
high into the hedge and looking over at him I realised that he had a hard
on. He could see that I was looking at him and said, "All this talk of
wanking and being buggered has got me going," he said. "I hope you're not
offended."
"Not a bit," I said with a grin. "Nice dick, by the way."
"So's yours," he said, shaking the drops off, with a masturbatory motion.
"Jesus, I'm feeling horny. Would you mind if I had a wank?"
"Be my guest," I said, shaking the last drops from my own dick. I stood
there, deliberately not pulling my clothes back up, my dick stiffening in
sympathy with my uncle's.
"Join me," he said, gazing at my rising cock. "You should never waste an
opportunity to have a good wank. Better yet, will you let me wank you?" I
simply smiled and turned to face him, thrusting my hips out lewdly in
invitation. He let go of his cock and eagerly took mine in his hand. By
now I was rock hard, and the feel of his cool hand on my shaft sent a
thrill through me. I looked at his dick, iron hard and wet at the end and
I just couldn't resist it. I reached out and took hold of it. Bigger than
any cock I'd ever wanked and considerably bigger than my music teacher's,
whom I'd once let wank me in a storage cupboard, it filled my hand
completely. The whole scene, as we stood out there in the open air, where
anyone could see us if they happened to stroll by, was so intensely
exciting that in less than half a minute, I came, spraying cum all over my
uncle's dick, his stomach, thighs and underpants.
"Bravo!" he cried. "That was quite a load. I'm proud of you, Tony. You
can finish me off later." We pulled our clothes back up and walked on
home. I imagine the rabbits were relieved.
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A few days later, late in the evening, I undressed and was about to get
into bed, when I remembered that I hadn't brushed my teeth. I walked along
the upstairs landing to the bathroom. I didn't care if anyone saw me in
just my white briefs. I opened the door. Bitsy was sitting on the toilet,
having a pee. "Oops, sorry," I said and started to close the door.
"It's okay, Tony. You can come in." I stepped in and closed the door
behind me.
"I thought everyone had gone to bed," I said, staring at her. She smiled,
and leaned back, her knickers stretched between her knees, her vest up
round her waist, her vagina in full view.
"Look at you," she said. "You're eyes are popping out of your head. You
seem to like watching little girls when they pee." Frankly, I'd never
thought about it, but the sight of her sitting there quite
unselfconsciously displaying herself, was going to make for some good
wanking material.
"So you don't mind me watching?"
"You know me," she said, taking a sheet of toilet paper and wiping herself.
"Bitsy the slut." She stood up, her knickers still round her knees and
stepped in front of the washbasin. I stood behind her and put my arms
round her.
"My sexy little slut," I murmured in her ear. I slid both my hands up from
her waist, over her ribs, pushing her vest up under her armpits and covered
her undeveloped breasts I could feel her tiny nipples harden, just like my
own do when I have a wank. She leaned back into me. "I want to always
remember you like this," I said, looking in the mirror, "just a little girl
with her knickers down." She giggled. I took my hand from her left breast
and caressed her stomach, then moved it lower down until my fingers covered
her mound. I kissed her on the neck and as my middle finger went inside
her, she gave a little shivver. Then we heard a creak on the staircase. I
released her and she quickly pulled her knickers up and tucked her vest
into them.
"It's Muffy," she whispered, opened the door, peered out then ran to her
bedroom. I stood there in front of the mirror in my briefs. If Muffy saw
me, so what? I was just brushing my teeth, though my hard-on might take
some explaning. I looked over to the door, and it wasn't Muffy. My uncle
stood there, wearing nothing but hot pink boxers which seemed to be made of
silk. They fitted him quite snuggly, not baggy like my boxers were, but
more like jogging shorts.
"Well," he said. "Look at you, looking all sexy in your cute briefs, and
with a woody, too." He came into the bathroom and stood behind me, putting
his arms round me, just as I had with Bitsy. He was several years younger
than my father, which put him in his late twenties. His body was without
chest hair, quite athletic without being overly muscled. His blond hair
fell over his ears.
"A handsome pair of guys, don't you think?" he said, looking at our images
in the mirror. I could feel his dick getting stiff against my bum. I
wiggled my hips invitingly and he squeezed me tighter, then he cupped my
basket with his hand. I reached behind me and ran my hands over his hips.
"My underpants are silk," he said. "I spare no expense when it comes to
underwear. I could buy you some."
"I don't wear boxers," I said, remembering my humiliation down by the lake.
"Briefs, then. White satin briefs." I didn't know there were such things.
"But I don't care what you wear as long as you let me touch your cock."
His hand slid down inside the front of my briefs and gripped my dick.
"Someone might come in," I said. "Muffy's still up."
"Then let's go into my bedroom," he said, removing his hand and releasing
me. He poked his head out of the door. "All clear." Moments later we
were in his bedroom and he threw himself on to his bed and lay back, his
hands behind his head and I sat on the edge of the bed. "Tell me more
about school," he said, ''I imagine you get up to all sorts of antics, just
like I did. Apart from the gym guy who likes to watch you undress, are any
of the masters boy-lovers like that pervert Garland?"
"My music teacher ran his hand up the leg of my shorts one time, and played
with my cock, but he came in his pants in about ten seconds. He apologised
profusely and never did it again."
"You didn't report him?"
"Hell, no, I liked it. Mostly the boys just wank each other off, usually
in the bogs. And there are a couple of older boys who let me wank them."
I'd never ever told an adult before about wanking with my friends and my
uncle was smiling at me, indulgently. It felt good, confessing my 'sins'
in this way, knowing that he fully approved. I plunged on, eager to tell
all. As the words came out, I felt a wave of relief, knowing that he now
knew my dirty secret. Now, for all I cared, the whole world could know and
I wouldn't care. I felt bold enough to say, "I even sucked one of them
off, more than once, actually."
"Bravo, Tony! I love to suck a cock," he said. "At Highfield, whenever I
was about to be disciplined by a prefect, I'd make a deal and suck him off
instead. I ended up sucking a lot of dicks."
"Muffy said there's a rumour that you sucked off the paper boy."
"Yes, at Christmas. I got up early to give him a seasonal tip and invited
him in, and before he knew it, I was on my knees, his cock in my mouth.
He's cute, about your age. I'd do it again, but I'm not usually awake at
that time of day."
"Does Muffy know you're gay?"
"Yes, she does, but we don't make a big thing about it. I imagine she'll
turn out to be a lez, and that's fine with me." All this talk about
sucking and wanking was turning me on. My dick was still hard and I could
see that Owen's was too. I ran my hand up his thigh and over the front of
his underpants. I liked the smooth silky feel. He smiled at me. His hard
cock was throbbing under my hand and I worked it out of the fly and pulled
his foreskin back. The aroma of hot dick filled the room. As my hand
began to move up and down, I said, "It's been days since I had a cock in my
hand, apart from my own, that is. It feels good to be talking to you like
this. You're the first person I've ever told about sucking dick."
"I'm proud of you, Tony. Never be ashamed of your sexuality." I
desparately needed to take his cock in my mouth and I think he knew it, but
I wanted to postpone the pleasure, to make it last and to give him as much
pleasure as I could. But then it was just all too overwhelming and I
couldn't wait, so I bent my head down and took him in my mouth, put my
tongue on his glans and rolled his foreskin back over it. He groaned as I
swirled my tongue over the head of his dick. I took hold of his shaft with
one hand and worked his balls out of the fly of his underpants with the
other and then, with my head bobbing up and down, I masturbated him with my
lips. I was intensely aroused, my cock rigid in my briefs. I know he
couldn't last long and sure enough, in less than a minute, his thighs went
rigid and he pushed his hips upwards as the end of his cock swelled and he
shot his cum into my mouth. I kept on pumping with my hand for a couple of
dozen more strokes until he was drained. He let out a huge sigh and
relaxed. I lifted my head and looked at him, a grin on my face, cum
dripping from my mouth. Then I swallowed it and swirled my tongue round my
mouth to get every drop.
"Holy fucking shit! You gorgeous little cocksucker. Where did you learn
to suck dicks with such skill? It seems you're learning a lot at
Highfield." I laughed, then lay down with my head on his chest. He put
his arm round my shoulder.
"That was awesome, Owen, having your dick in my mouth. Thrilling! I'm so
fucking turned on. I nearly came in my briefs. I'm gonna have to go back
to my room and have a wank."
"If you wait until tomorrow, I'll do it for you. I'll suck you, this
time."
"I can't wait that long. Gotta run."
I slammed my bedroom door behind me, pulled my briefs down to mid thigh and
stood in front of the full length mirror beside my bed, watching myself
wank. It only took about twenty strokes and I shot a huge load all over
the mirror. I didn't bother to clean it off.
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The days went by, July becoming August, the hot weather holding and the air
staying blissfully warm into the late evenings. The girls and I were
getting to know each other, and the small tensions that had existed earlier
had now evaporated. We roamed the adjacent farms and fields and I even
briefly tried riding on Queenie, but without a saddle and bridle, I found
it difficult to stay on, though Bitsy was a natural horsewoman. All eleven
year old girls love horses. In the woods, she liked to climb trees, and
her favourite stunt, just to tease me was to hang upside down from a
branch, letting her dress fall to show off her knickers and her tits, which
on close inspection, seemed to be growing, while Muffy and I looked on
appreciatively. We spent a lot of time in the hay loft, playing cards or
just hanging out. I never managed to catch the two girls in any kind of
extreme sexual activity, as I had beside the lake, but they were not shy
about touching each other, fondling a breast, or running a hand up a skirt
and on a few occasions, enjoying a long lingering kiss, while I looked on,
my cock stiffening in my briefs. From time to time we swam again and Muffy
was now comfortable enough in my presence to strip right off, showing off
her shaved pubic area. "I hate pubic hair on a girl," she said. "Bitsy
shaves me." Bitsy looked at me, smiling, and licked her lips.
One afternoon we were lying hidden in the long grass of a sunlit meadow,
cows grazing round us, insects buzzing, hearing the distant song of a
thrush, doing that thing where you place a blade of grass between your
thumbs and blow on it to make a musical note. We'd taken off our clothes
to work on our tans. Bitsy, uninhibited as always, was stark naked, and
Muffy, her cute little tits on view, had on some white briefs she'd
borrowed from me, and I was similary dressed. My cock, which had in the
past, had only liked the attention of boys, now responded to the presence
of partially clad girls and I had an erection. Bitsy, of course, had to
comment on it. "He's hard again, Muffy. Why is your cock always stiff,
Tony?"
"I can't help it," I said. "You gorgeous girls get me all worked up."
"Oh, for Christ's sake," said Muffy, slightly irritated, "why don't you
take care of it and just have a wank?"
"Yeah," said Bitsy, "I dare you to wank off." That was all I needed. I
lifted my hips and slid my briefs down to my knees and started stroking my
cock. Bitsy sat up to stare at me and Muffy propped herself on one elbow.
I'd already wanked that morning so it took me a couple of minutes of
vigorous pumping, but having an audience helped. It was thrilling to do
this intensely private thing right in front of them. "Go on, Tony," said
Bitsy, "cum for us." Even Muffy got into the spirit of things, leaning in
closer to watch me, an eager look on her face. When I came, my cum shot
out and landed on my shoulder and chest. "Whoopee!" cried Bitsy. "Just
look at that. I've never seen a boy cum before. That was wicked!"
I pulled my briefs back up and said, "Grab your knickers, guys. Let's
circle back through the village and get some ice cream." We climbed over
gate out of the meadow into a narrow sunken lane, which over the centuries
had eroded down to about six feet below the surrounding land. It was now
properly sufaced, with hedges on either side and the occasional group of
trees created tunnel effect. The cool shade was welcome. Later, walking
down the High Street in the village, Bitsy looked at me as her tongue
caressed the top of her ice cream cone. She batted her eyelids
seductively, and I knew what she was thinking.
Another afternoon, up in the loft lying on the blanket and I said I needed
to go and take a pee. "Pee in that bucket in the corner," Muffy said, "and
you can empty it later."
"Yeah," said Bitsy. "Show us your dick again."
"She likes your dick," said Muffy. I went over to the corner, kicked the
bucket towards the middle of the floor, pulled my shorts and briefs down
and started to pee. It felt good to show off my cock. I emptied my
bladder, then shook the drops off, pulling my foreskin back and forth.
"He's having a wank again," said Bitsy. I grinned at her, gave my
stiffening cock a few more unnecessary strokes and pulled my briefs and
shorts back up. "I bet he wanks a lot," she added.
"Do you ever wank off other boys?" asked Muffy, casually. I wasn't sure
how to answer, but why shouldn't I tell the truth? They were both into
same-sex adventures, so why shouldn't I tell them that I was, too? My
hesitation told them all they wanted to know.
"Oh, he does," cried Bitsy with delight. "Tony wanks of his school chums,
the dirty dog!"
Muffy smiled at me. "No surprise there," she said. "All boys of his age
wank each other off. It's common knowledge."
"Not all," I said. "There are some straight guys who claim thay don't to
but theyr'e just homophobes." I sat down between them.
"Have you ever sucked a cock?" asked Muffy, eagerly.
I remembered how good it had felt when I confessed to my uncle that I liked
to suck cock, so I nodded. "Lots of times."
Bitsy sat up and looked at me. "Fuckin' awesome. What does cum taste
like?"
"Just kinda creamy, maybe slightly bitter. Each cock tastes different.
Probably the same as pussy. What does that taste like?"
She smiled. "I can't tell you." She looked over to Muffy. "I'm sworn to
secrecy." Muffy had a guilty grin on her face. "But you could find out
for yourself," added Bitsy. "You could taste Muffy's."
"Or he could taste yours," said Muffy. "You like a tongue up your vagina,
you sexy little slut."
"I do." Bitsy looked at me, stood up in front of me and lifted her dress
over her head. "Take my knickers off," she said, "and you can kiss my
cunt." That word, coming from a girl so young, shocked me for a second,
but then I remembered that all kids use language like that these days. I
looked over to Muffy.
"Yeah, go on, Tony, pull her knickers off. She's dying for it." I reached
out my hands and pulled her underwear down. She stepped out of them and
stood there, her feet apart, knees slightly bent, hips thrust forward,
lewdly. I handed her knickers to Muffy and brought my face between Bitsy's
thighs and planted a kiss on her little girl's slit, though actually, it
was now looking more like the vagina of an older girl, lips starting to
form, the bud of her clit at the top. I pushed my tongue into her, then
dragged it up over her lips and put it tip on to her clit and probed it.
"Yes, yes!" she murmured. "Lick me, Tony, lick my cunt."
"Does it tastes as good as a dick?" asked Muffy.
I came up for air. "Oh, yes, just as good." I looked up at Bitsy who was
smiling down at me.
"You're good at this," she said. "You've made my knees go all weak."
"Lie down," I said, and when she'd positioned herself on her back on the
blanket, I knelt between her legs and buried my face in her. I took my
time, teasing her as best I knew how, but my personal experience of muff
diving was zero, so I fell back on what I had read on the internet about
eating pussy I simply imagined her clit was a dick, and her vagina was the
bum hole of a junior schoolboy, and took it from there. It seemed to do
the trick. She started to moan and then gave out a little yelp.
"You made her cum," said Muffy. "She always makes that sound when she
cums." Bitsy lay there, legs still splayed, panting, a look of gratitude
on her face, though I felt I should be thanking her. I was thrilled that
I'd made her cum, just as thrilled as those times when I'd made boys cum.
I rolled over on to my back, licking my lips. "Oh, Bitsy, you little
darling. I think I'm falling in love with you."
"Hands off, Big Boy," said Muffy. "I get first dibs."
Then we heard the rain starting to drum on the roof. "Shit," said Bitsy,
"I gotta go in get Queenie in. She's too old to be out in the rain."
"Slut," murmured Muffy, still holding Bitsy's knickers as the younger girl
climbed down the ladder. "Darling little slut."
It looked like the long heatwave was over.
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A few days later, at mid morning, the UPS truck delivered an overnight
package addressed to me. Inside were two pairs of satin briefs, one
electric blue and one turquoise and both had white trim at the waist, legs
and the inverted Y of the pouch. Owen must have ordered them for me on the
internet. I ran upstairs to my bedroom, dropped my shorts and briefs and
pulled the blue pair up my legs and covered my cock, which was already hard
in anticipation. In the mirror I looked fucking gorgeous! They fit well,
not too tight, stretchy enough to accommodate a stiff dick and a hand.
Even Muffy would like these. I put my shorts back on and went to look for
the girls. They weren't in the kitchen or the stable so I went upstairs
and knocked on their bedroom door and pushed it open. They were sitting on
the bed. Muffy was wearing a silky camisole and a pair of white bikini
briefs, looking more feminine than usual. I could see her dark nipples.
Bitsy as always just wore her knickers, and was trying on one of Muffy's
bras. "I've got something to show you," I said, pushing my shorts down and
stepping out of them. I spread my arms wide. "How about these?" I said.
Their eyes went big.
"That colour's blinding," said Bitsy.
"Are they satin?" asked Muffy, incredulously, reaching our her hand and
running it over my hip.
"Yep. Owen bought them for me on the internet. Aren't they cool?"
"Fuckin' hot," said Bitsy.
"Brilliant," said Muffy. "Can I borrow them? I'll lend you some knickers
in their place."
Bitsy giggled. "That I gotta see."
Muffy ran her hand round my hip and felt my bum cheek. "They feel so good,
smooth as silk." I stepped closer and her other hand reached out and she
ran her palm up the length of my bulge, then squeezed it. It was the first
really intimate touch she had offered me and I was surprised and delighted.
Bitsy edged over to sit next to her and she put her hand on my other cheek.
"Mmm," she murmured. "We should get Owen to buy us some satin knickers,
Muffy. I love these. Doesn't he look sexy in them?"
"He does," she said, looking up at me. I pushed my hips forward and she
continued to caress my bulge. I tiny wet spot appeared where the tip of my
dick nestled in the turquoise satin. I let out a little groan. Muffy
pulled the waistband out and peered down inside then smiled up at me.
"Yes, he does look sexy. He's ready for anything, aren't you, Tony." She
pulled the waistband down and my cock sprang out, and she hooked the
waistband under my balls. Bitsy, ever fascinated by my dick, took hold of
it, but Muffy batted her hand aside and wrapped her fingers round my shaft.
"Me first," she said and started to wank me.
Of all the times that a hand other than my own had stroked my dick, the
thrill had never been as intense as what I was feeling now. My cock was
just inches in front of their faces as they stared intently at my foreskin
as it slid back and forth over the head of my dick. "It's beautiful, isn't
it?" said Bitsy. "Give it a suck, Muffy." She hesitated for a beat, then
put her lips round the tip and probed with her tongue. "What's it taste
like?" asked Bitsy.
Muffy took her mouth off my cock for long enough to say, "Like your cunt,
you know, the same as my cunt tastes. Pretty fucking good." Her lips went
round me again and I couldn't help myself from thrusting my hips forwards
and back, my hands troking the back of her head, as Bitsy looked on in awe.
I knew I was about to cum, so I pulled my cock out of her mouth and let her
finish me off by hand. When I did cum, it shot on to her cheek and chin,
and then a couple of drops fell on her tits. She looked up at me again
with a smile.
"Hooray!" cried Bitsy. "He came on your face! Wow! That was smokin'.
Why didn't you cum in her mouth, Tony?"
"I didn't want to gross her out."
"It wouldn't have grossed ME out," said Bitsy. "You can cum in my mouth
any time you like. I'll even swallow it."
Muffy grinned. "You fuckin' slut, Bitsy, you're just jealous."
"I'm a slut? Look who's talking, my friend the cocksucker."
"You'll get your turn, Bisty," I said. "You'll just have to wait until I
get horny again. I'm drained."
"Wait how long?"
"Until tomorrow, at the earliest. That's the second time I've cum today
and I'm all tapped out." I pulled my briefs back up and put my shorts
on. "Thank you, Muffy, you're a good cocksucker."
"As good as your school pals?"
"They've had a lot more practice, but yes, just as good. Gotta run."
I left their bedroom, closing the door behind me went back to my own room.
I was intrigued that, of the two girls, Muffy had been the first to perform
an overt act of sex with me. Bitsy had always been the more precocious of
the two, the most eager to show her underwear and her naked body, to look
at my cock and to make suggestive remarks, and Muffy had played the part of
a girl who liked girls, but obviously she had a straight side which was now
asserting itself. Whereas before, Bitsy and I had been competing for her
attention, now they were competing for mine.
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Early that evening Owen came home from work and I stopped him on the
stairs. "I want to thank you for the underpants, Owen. They're
magnificent. The girls liked them, too."
"You're very welcome. Are you wearing them now?"
"I am. Wanna see them?"
"Stupid question. Let's go in the bathroom. I don't want to molest you
here on the stairs. People would talk." We stepped into the bathroom and
I dropped my shorts.
Owen stared at me. "Fucking perfect! They were well worth the money. I'd
like to take some pictures of you later so I can do a portrait of you."
"In my underpants?"
"Sure, why not. Or naked, perhaps."
"Like the one of Muffy."
"Yeah, I gotta get round to finishing that. Now I need to shower." He
took all this clothes of as I stood watching him. As always, when a guy
undresses in front of me, my cock went rock hard and Owen could see it. He
stepped into the shower, adjusted the temperature of the water and turned
to look at me, the shower curtain pulled aside. His own dick was rigid. I
put my hands on the waist of my glorious briefs and slowly and seductively
pushed them down, until they fell to the floor and stepped out of them, my
cock on full display. Owen started to masturbate, and said, "Come and soap
my back." I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. I took
the soap and covered his back and his bum with suds, then soaped his chest
and finally his cock and balls. Without warning, he grabbed the soap from
my hand and spread suds all over my dick, and then turned his back on me
and placed his hands against the wall. "Fuck me, Tony," he said, hoarsely.
"Put that gorgeous dick of yours up my bum and fuck my brains out." He
pushed his buttocks out towards me and bent his knees slightly as I took my
cock in my hand, placed the tip against his hole and with a single thrust,
slammed it all the way home. It went in as smoothly as a shotgun shell
into a twelve bore. He let out a huge sigh. "Oooh, you dear boy. That
feels so fucking good. Fuck me! Fuck me like old Garland used to. Bugger
me, rape me, molest my fucking arse, you handsome fucker!"
So this was anal sex, that I'd wondered about for so long, that I'd talked
about with my young friends, never daring to try it. My cock felt as
though it was where it belonged, up the arse of a good looking man, making
him feel wanted. I could feel his sphincter closing round my cock on the
outstroke, relaxing as I pushed in, as though he was milking my cock.
"Shit, this is so fucking good!" he croaked. "I might just cum without
touching myself." This made me realise that I was neglecting his needs, so
I reached around and took hold of his dick. The added thrill of holding
his cock sent me close to the top and I knew I was about to cum. I rapidly
stroked his cock to let him catch up with me and my timing was close to
perfect. I felt his cock pulse and the knowledge that I was making him cum
triggered my own orgasm and I erupted, pumping my cum inside him, thrusting
into him as hard as I could, until we were both spent. I pulled my cock
out and sat down on the floor of the shower, the warm water still cascading
over me as I watched Owen's cum trickle down the tiles of the shower
wall. He took the soap and washed himself between his legs, pushing his
soapy fingers up his arse, then tossed the bar to me. "Better wash your
cock," he said. "Someone round here probably wants to suck it."
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Later, lying in bed, I thought about how carried away Owen had been as I
buggered him in the shower. I licked my finger and pushed it up my bum.
It didn't hurt, but then it was much smaller than a dick, but neither did
it physically stimulate me. I supposed the thrill lay in arousing and
satisfying the one who was doing the buggering, just as sucking cock was
thrilling because of what it did to the guy being sucked. I'd have to try
it, see if a cock felt nicer than a finger, but my hole was way too small.
I'd need to stretch it. Muffy wouln't miss a few carrots from the garden.
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The next weekend, I came into the stable to find that Owen was finishing
the portrait of Muffy. She wasn't posing, as he had the photo to work from
and he was putting the finishing touches to the background. Muffy sat on a
hay bale wearing, surprisingly, a white dress.
"Where's Bitsy?" I asked.
"She's taking Queenie into the village to see the vet," said Owen. "She's
a bit lame. There, I've finished." He put his brushes in a jar of water.
"Come and look, Muffy." It was really quite good.
"Where are you gonna hang it, Dad?"
"How about in the bar at the Rose and Crown?" he said with a grin.
"Daddy!"
"Okay, in my study, then. Meanwhile, I want to take some pics of you,
Tony, in those marvelous new underpants of yours. Get your pants off." I
never have to be asked twice to undress, so I dropped my shorts, peeled off
my shirt and stood there in my turquoise satin briefs. "Stunning," he
said. "Now, sit on the bale, one knee up under your chin, okay, now put
your forearm on your knee and your chin on your arm. Smile." Click,
click. "Now stand up, face sidways with one foot up on the bale. I think
it would be better if you had a hard on. Can you help him out, Muffy?"
"No problem." She put her hand on the front of my bulge and started
stroking me. Soon my cock was vertical and rigid in my briefs and from the
side would have been perfectly visible.
"Perfect," said Owen, "smile." Click, click. "That's great. Now a shot
with you naked. Take his underpants off, sweetheart, there's a good girl."
Muffy pulled my briefs down. "Just give him a little touch up, can you?"
He looked through the viewfinder as Muffy gripped my cock and moved her
hand up and down. "Okay, stand back. Look at the camera and smile again,
Tony." Click, click. "Got it. These will be enough. I'll have the
portrait painted by the next time you visit. Gotta go now. I'll drive
into the village and see how Queenie is getting on at the vet. Catch you
guys later." No sooner had he disappeared than Muffy pushed me on to my
back on the bale, peeled off her dress and revealed a pair of pink cotton
knickers with white trim, which she pulled down.
"No point in wasting a good dick," she said, a tight smile on her face.
There was no foreplay, no caresses, no whispered endearments, no tender
kisses. My cock was hard and she was ready and that's all she needed. She
straddled my hips, lifted her body up, placed the tip of my dick on her wet
pussy lips and let her body fall. My dick went right into her, all the way
to its hilt. She let out a huge whoosh of air. "Shit, that feels good!"
If I'd thought that having my cock in Owen's arse felt good, it was nothing
to this. The feel of her wet, warm flesh enclosing my dick, in perfect
contact, my glans sliding against the moist walls of her vagina, softly
yielding as I thrust into her, was unlike anything I could have imagined.
And it wasn't just the physical feel that was driving me headlong towards
my orgasm, it was her reaction, her flushed face and chest, her gasps and
groans, ecstasy written all over her. I reached up and caressed those
darling little tits that I'd admired so much and pinched her nipples,
wanting to push her to greater heights of pleasure, as I continued to slam
my hard cock in as far as it would go. Then she gave a series of loud
yells and collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. I'd made her cum.
She lay there for a few seconds, then said, "Did you cum?"
"Not quite, close though." She lifted herself and bobbed up and down on
me, her vagina gripping my cock, looking into my eyes.
"Cum for me, Tony, cum inside me," she panted and in just a few seconds, I
was pumping my sperm into her. "Yes, yes, this is it!" I cried, and she
sat down on me again, and after a moment, lifted herself off me and wiped
between her legs with the pink knickers and tossed them to me. Then she
picked up my turquoise briefs and pulled them on. "You'll have to make do
with my knickers," she said. "You don't mind, do you." Lying there,
catching my breath, I didn't care about anything.
"Was that better than having sex with girls?" I asked.
"Close," she said with a smile. "Close, but not quite."
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That evening we were sitting round the table enjoying a roast chicken with
roast potatoes, stuffing and sprouts, cooked as usual by Muffy. It was
delicious. We drank beer and wine as usual. Queenie had been treated by
the vet and was now back in the stable. The usual dinner conversation was
sporadic, with long pregnant pauses. There was an atmosphere of tension
and Owen picked up on it. He looked at me, and then at Muffy, who lowered
her eyes. He looked back at me. Was I blushing?
"Oh, no!" he said, a smirk on his face. "You didn't, did you?" Neither of
us said anything. Bitsy looked startled. "You guys did it! Tony, you
took my daughter's virginity! You dirty dog!" I didn't know whether to
confirm or deny it as I didn't know how Muffy wanted to play it, so I
stayed silent. "Still, better it was you than some pimply faced village
lout who'd knock her up and abandon her." His smirk had become a full
blown grin. "Congratulations, Tony."
Bitsy jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over backwards, glaring at me.
"You fucking bastard!" she yelled. "I hate you!" She ran from the room
and we could hear her going up the stairs.
Muffy started to get to her feet, but I said, "Sit down, Muffy. Leave it
to me. I'll talk to her." As I left the room I heard Owen say something
to Muffy about the morning-after pill, then I was up on the landing
knocking on the girls' bedroom door. I pushed it open to see Bitsy lying
on the bed, her face buried in a pillow, sobbing her heart out. I lay down
beside her and put my arms round her shoulders. Her cheeks were wet with
tears. I waited for several long minutes until the sobs began to subside.
"You fucked her," she said. "I thought you loved me."
"Oh, Bitsy, I do love you. I love you a lot, I care about you but I'm not
IN love with you. There's a difference."
"Do you love her?"
"I care about her, too, but it was only sex, sweetheart. I didn't really
stand a chance." I told her how Muffy had jumped on me, practically raping
me, and that it was all over in little more than a minute.
"But I love you," she said. "I was in love with Muffy, but then you came
along and I fell for you."
"I know. I could tell right from the start. It's okay for you to love me
for now, but soon you'll reach puberty and discover boys of your own age
and you'll forget me. You'll grow out of me. A year from now you'll
wonder what you saw in me, and that will be fine, I'm ready for it."
I took her face between my hands and kissed her on the lips, a long, soft
tender kiss, without any tongue, that spoke more of affection than lust. I
felt her relax. "There wasn't any foreplay with Muffy," I said. "I didn't
kiss her, or lick her or any intimate stuff like that."
"You licked me though," she said.
"And I loved it. It was thrilling."
"Lick me again," she said, and rolled on to her back, lifted her hips,
pulled her dress up and dragged her knickers down to her knees. I got up
and pulled them all the way off and stripped off my shorts and the pink
knickers that Muffy had made me wear. I knelt down and buried my face
between Bitsy's skinny thighs and started to tongue her, reaching up so
that my fingers could play with her nipples. Her tears were dry by now and
her little body started to tremble and shudder with pleasure.
Her vagina was dripping wet and I lifted my head up and said, "Bitsy,
please let me fuck you, my darling." She grabbed my upper arms and pulled
my body up so that I was lying on top of her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she whispered eagerly and her hand went down to find
my iron-hard cock to guide it to where it belonged. I'd thought that her
vagina might have been too tight, but she was so aroused that my cock slid
in with no resistance. I guess her hymen had been broken long ago by
Muffy's finger, or maybe even Owen's, who knew? She wrapped her little
legs round my bum and her arms round my neck. My full weight on her body
didn't seem to bother her as she met my thrusts with lunges of her own,
whimpering and gasping, her nails digging into my back. Her response to
the pumping of my dick deep inside her were even wilder than Muffy's had
been, her whole body writhing, her arms and legs holding me in a vice-like
grip. She didn't make any noise, clearly fearful of being overheard, but
her lust overwhelmed me and soon I came inside her, shooting jet after jet
of my cum up her vulva. Then she let out that little yelp that I'd heard
early when I'd licked her and I knew she'd cum. I rolled off her and we
lay on our backs, breathing hard.
After a moment, I said, "Where did you learn to fuck like that? You were
marvelous!"
"I'm a slut, remember," she grinned. "I've been thinking about it for so
long, it just came naturally. Put your pink knickers on and let's go
downstairs."
Back at the dinner table, our meals had grown cold, but we finished them
nevertheless. "Everything sorted?" asked Owen.
"Oh, yes," said Bitsy with a sly grin. "Everything."
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If Muffy noticed that carrots had gone missing from the pantry, she didn't
say anything. I suppose she thought I'd been feeding them to Queenie
whereas in fact I'd been shoving them up my arse. At first it was quite
painful, put I persisted, pushing them in as far as I could stand it, and
leaving them in there for long periods. Within a few days, I could insert
the largest with no trouble whatsoever. I was ready to find out why Owen
liked being fucked so much. I waited until Saturday morning, when the
girls had gone into the village to shop and Owen was in the studio,
starting on my portrait. He'd selected one of the naked photos, with my
cock rigid in profile. If he wanted to hang it in the Rose and Crown, fine
by me, except that it bordered on child pornography. I stood beside him as
he worked. He put one hand on my shoulder and I leaned into him. His hand
slid down my back and caressed my bum, and I wiggled it to let him know I
liked it.
"I've been practicing with carrots, Owen," I said. "I think I'm ready for
a dick. This might be a good time, as the girls aren't here." As I said
it, I reached out and squeezed his basket. He put his brushes down.
"Let's go up to the loft," he said. I climbed up and he followed me. I
dropped my shorts, showing the electric blue satin briefs, then pulled his
shorts and underpants off. He was already rock hard.
"You gorgeous little boy, you can't wait, can you?"
"No, I'm a fucking slut, just like little Bitsy."
He laughed. "You'll be taking her virgininty before we know it," he said.
Little did he know. He pulled my briefs down then knelt in front of me on
the blanket and gave my dick a few gentle caresses with his lips. "Are you
sure you're ready for this?" he asked, looking up at me.
"You like being fucked so much that I want to find out for myself why it's
so good. I have some sun-tan oil here you can use as lube. Fuck me, Owen.
I wanna be fucked up the arse. Give it everything you've got. Ram that
magnificent cock up my hole as far as it will go. I'm ready. Do it now!"
I got to my knees on the floor, my upper body bent over a hay bale and he
knelt behind me, and then I felt his tongue on my arse, probing and licking
me. It was marvelous, a promise of things to come. "That feels good,
Owen, but I think your dick will be better." Then, as I felt the tip of
his dick touch my hole, I relaxed, and bore down, just as I'd read on the
internet, opening my rectum for him and he pushed. There was just the
tiniest little sting as the head of his dick went past my sphincter and
then the whole length slid all the way in. The feeling was fantastic,
different from anything I'd felt before. Although I was being violated,
defiled, abused, molested, and used for his own satisfaction, I was in
heaven, eager to accept anything that he wanted to do to me, so long as it
gave him pleasure. I was gasping and groaning and this seemed to bring him
to greater heights of pure lust and his thrusts became violent, shoving my
body against the hay bale, as I thrust back, trying to get more of his dick
in side me, although it was already all the way in to the hilt.
"Oh, you darling little boy," he gasped. "What a lovely creature you are.
This must be the best fuck I ever had." He continued pounding away, then
reached his hand round and groped for my cock. No sooner had he found it
than I suddenly came, overwhelmed by the joy of submission. A few thrusts
more and I felt his cock pulsing in my arse as he shot his load into me.
"Jesus! Oh shit, I've cum! That was incredible, you sexy little slut."
He pulled his cock out and collapsed on the rug. I fell down beside him,
tears streaking my face. He looked at me.
"Oh my God!" he said, horrified. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, I'm crying because I'm so happy."
"So, you like being fucked."
"It was so good, you didn't need to wank my cock. I came just from the
sheer thrill of having your dick up my arse. What does that make me?"
"A good lover," he said. "The boys at Highfield are going to have a good
time next term. And then you can come and stay with us again over the
Christmas holidays.
"Will Muffy and Bitsy be here?"
"I'll make sure of it."
I smiled.
The End.
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